The original beginning of Only Half Alive

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One:

It
was a night much like this one . . . the moment when humans found out that we
are real. That vampires exist. Werewolves exist. That dragons breathe more than
fire, but more importantly, that they are real. It was a cold fall evening that
humans discovered the world is filled with supernatural beings.

It
was a cold night as the rain hit against the window panes like rocks, sharp and
creating a haunting echo that filled each room of every house.

It
was a night so dark that no one dared leave home. This night was the night that
changed many lives. Including mine. Not because I am human, but because I am
what changed so much. For this night so many years ago, was the night that
humans found out my kind exist. Demons are real.

This
night, seventeen years ago, I was born. And with my birth came great darkness,
great sadness where there should have been happiness. But there wasn't. I am feared, hated, and
humans and supernatural beings alike will stop at nothing to kill me.

But
I wish they would succeed. Because I am not what they think I am. Yes, it is my
nature to create and control the shadows. To haunt dreams and create
nightmares. But it is not in my heart. For all I want is to be able to step
into the light and feel warmth.

But
my story isn't the only one that humans have gotten wrong. Because every story
out there is a lie. Vampires are real and yes, they drink blood. But they do
not hunt humans. There is only one occurrence in a vampire’s lifetime that will
make them drink human blood. Vampires don't normally do such a distasteful
thing. They much prefer the blood of a werewolf. But should they fall in love
with one, they cannot spill another's blood. And so they turn to humans to
survive.

And
though creatures born of darkness, they do try to not be evil.

Werewolves
are born of light, and do not transform shape under moonlight, but sunlight.
Which is why they avoid it as much as possible. For werewolves are creatures of
light and so they become their true form under it. But in the darkness they can hide among
humans, undetected.

Witches
crave attention, mischief, and pain. They long to make others suffer in a way
that would seem only as a joke to someone who do not know them. If ever facing
a witch, don't trust a word she says.

And
then there are Faeries, who much like Vampires, Werewolves, and witches, can
appear as human. But do not be fooled, or afraid. Despite popular belief,
Faeries are very kind and caring which is rather funny considering witches
created them. But that does not matter. Being of the light, their soul was born
to match that of the sun. If ever in the dark, hope that a faery is nearby and
all will be light and never again will you be lost.

And
though some believe the same of Unicorns, do not trust them. Unicorns may very
well be the most evil of all. Unicorns by nature long to kill. If not, they
would have no need for a weapon upon their head, a way for all to see that they
cannot be harmed.

Whereas
dragons are the kindest and most noble of creatures. They do not so much long
for gold as something they can look upon in adoration and know that it cannot
harm them. If a dragon is willing to save you, you are being watched over and
never again will you be in harm’s way so long as the dragon remains alive. And
that they do, for a very long span of time.

Then
there are beings such as Elves who love the darkness they pretend to not be a
part of and Dwarves who crave for the light they hide from. Necromancers who
wish you no harm and the worst of all . . . humans. Beings that believe they should be over the
others. Beings that wish to strip away our powers and make us like them so that
they are not the weak ones. Little do they know just how powerful they are.

So
why then, is the world fighting over me, a simple and lonely girl who wants nothing
but to break the curse that haunts me, escape the shadows that bind me.

Why
is the world determined to destroy me, believing that I am evil when I am the
most careful being alive? Never will I hurt another being intentionally. Never
will I kill or lie or use my powers to harm others. But the world refuses to
listen to me because of what I am.

Perhaps
this world would be better off if more would listen rather than look. Because
the eyes can lie but the heart cannot.

But
even as much as they want to kill me, destroy me, I cannot hate them. I cannot
wish harm upon them. And I cannot act on the feelings they stir in me when I
hear them plan on ways to destroy me. Because that would only be proving them
right. Because doing that would mean that this isn't a curse. This isn't
something I can change. It would mean that deep down, I really am a demon.

And
that is a thought I refuse to believe.

If
I am a demon shouldn't I hate everyone and everything? Shouldn't I long to
watch the world burn at my hand? That is what a demon is. I look like the
others. I have no horns or tail. I am not a being of black shadow that flies
about cursing and haunting others.

I
am a girl who has long black hair and light pale skin. With deep blue eyes the
color of the ocean. I am a being that looks much like a human and speaks and
walks like a human. I am seventeen and bound on finding a way to be just that;
human.

And
from years of searching, years of hoping, there seems to only be one answer.
Love. My issue lies with the fact that I am a seventeen year old female. Where
am I supposed to find my soul-mate? Better yet, what boy is going to be
searching for me? Would he believe me if I told him it were meant to be?

And
more importantly, how am I supposed to know if it is meant to be?

The
quest for love is a doomed one and so I avoid all thoughts of it. There must be
another way. A way for me to find freedom. A way for me to stop the war bound
to happen if I continue to exist.

The
world is an unfair place, and each story out there is twisted every way. Rarely
are the stories told correct.